This week I'm trying something new. Since I have to post everyday in November for NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), I thought I'd branch out a bit from the norm.
Melody over at Wrapped Emotions created this blog as a means to rediscover "her creative soul and encouraging others to do the same. 'We live in a world where people live without their hearts and don't even miss them.' I want to live with my heart."
Each week Melody puts out an artistic challenge that helps us rediscover our creative soul! I've been reading her blog for several weeks now and love the idea, but this is the first time I've taken part.
The challenge this week was to Re-create Your Face.
Hold your camera at arm's length and shoot a photo of your face.
This is me in Living Color! No make up and all!
Upload the photo to your computer and with whatever photo editing software you are using de-saturate it, convert it to black and white. Lighten the image if necessary, make sure the image isn't too dark. Print a copy.
This is me in Black & White. I like it without the color.
Now take your pencil and trace over it...over and over and over. Every feature, every curve and line...trace over it. This is you.
Okay, so I cheated and added some color.
My first impressions, were "Man I need a highlight and haircut!" LOL! That's why I used the yellow crayon! I also added color to my eyes -- I think they are my best feature -- the window to my soul! Haha! And my lips -- I don't know why -- I guess because I have "full" lips (when I was pregnant with Sam my sister called them my "Angelina Jolie Lips" because they really filled out!)
I don't think I look my age at all. I turned 40 this year. I don't smoke or sit out in the sun and when I do go out, I use sunscreen (years of living in Australia will do that to you). Turning 40 was a bit of a shock for me, but really, I've come to terms with it. It's just a number and I have 2 kids that keep me young!
I like the way I look now. I didn't always (high school especially), and sometimes the bags under my eyes get the better of me, but I think I'm beautiful. My dad told me everyday when I was growing up (and he still does) how beautiful I was (so I would believe it) and now I do. But looks aren't everything. It's what's inside that counts.
As I get older, I become more comfortable with who I am -- that's part of growing up I guess.
This was fun! And if you have time -- go check out Melody's blog and some of the other posts.